To California With Love

I have not forgotten you,

Have you forgotten me?
Are we swimming our seperate ways,
In a long wide sea-
Of endless possibility?
Well baby, I think I always knew,
That this would either make or break us,
it would make us old or make us new.
Maybe we'll feed each other another line,
about change not being that hard,
or about being, `just fine.`
Or maybe the truth is,
we're just caught in being
destroyed and saved,
all at the very same time.